I recently had a feeling of freedom like I haven’t had since I was a student. Back then, at the end of my session, I used to wish the day would never end, that the feeling that the world was mine would linger, like Paris was for Rastignac in Balzac’s Pere Goriot.
When you break free from something, you can feel intoxicated, dizzy with the sensation of freedom. Then you realize that you put yourself in situations that were burdensome, that you were not doing well, that you mismanaged people, relationships, what you had to do. I don’t mean to say that other people did anything. I don’t think anyone is keeping us tied down anywhere, we decide for ourselves whether we stay somewhere or not. Or maybe it was some kind of relationship, be it work or personal, where you learned something and gave something, but it came to an end. Kind of like when you get on a train and get off at a station; your ticket expired. You don’t have to be on that train to its final destination, you get off because there are others waiting for you that you want to take care of.
When was the last time you had a feeling like that?
